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Rain comes down but he holds the mountain |
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Yeah, blue like sky, can you tell me why? |
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Yeah, he sports him this way, a child at play |
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Open up my lips but what's there to say? |
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Come play, come play |
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As the river runs down, as the river runs through |
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As it runs through the field with all his companions |
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This is the scene of the most enchanted |
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I am a drunken fool |
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Drunk off the love that holds up the moon |
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Drunk off the love that binds me and you to the most high |
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Just close your eyes and hold me |
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No harm will befall you, volume |
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And that's what is spoken to me |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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Volume, volume, volume |
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Time has come to speak of this love |
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Spread your wings of your song and soul |
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To maintain internal heights above |
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Close your eyes and feel it unfold |
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Rush like a river from the highest mountain |
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Drink from the fountain and stop your counting |
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What kind of wine does he have in his tavern? |
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Oh, so enchanted and sing like a mad man |
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Mad with the love of a wife for her husband |
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Child or mother, sister or brother |
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Rain and the thunder, the rain and the thunder |
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Sing for the most high, sing for no other |
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We are all notes in this eternal song |
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God plays His flute and we all dance along |
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Close your eyes and hold me |
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No harm will befall you, volume |
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That's what is spoken true |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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Volume, volume, volume |
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Hold up the sky, no asking why |
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How can we know if we don't even try? |
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Hold up the sky, no asking why |
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How can we know if we don't even try? |
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Hold up the sky, no asking why |
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How can we know if we don't even try? |
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How can we know if we don't even try? |
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Just close your eyes and hold me |
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No harm will befall you, volume |
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That's what is spoken true |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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Just close your eyes and hold me |
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No harm will befall you, volume |
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That's what is spoken true |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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When I turn down the volume, volume |
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Volume, volume, volume, volume |
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Volume, volume, volume, volume |